But they must have had the most tremendous inner
adventures and soul-racking experiences--the big ones--or they couldn't
have written as they did....This must be the more true in regard to women."
Gora continued to stare at her. The words sank in. Her clear intellect
appreciated the truth of them but they afforded her no consolation. All
emotion had died out of her. She felt beaten, helpless.
She was obliged to look up as she watched Alexina's subtly transfigured
face, fascinated. It made her feel even her physical insignificance; the
more as she had lost the flesh that had given her short stature a certain
majesty.
"Oh, life is unjust, unjust." She no longer spoke with bitterness, merely
as one forced to state an inescapable fact. "Injustice! The root of all
misfortune."
"Life is a hard school but where she has strong characters to work on she
turns out masterpieces. You will be one of them, Gora. And I fancy that
women born with great gifts were meant to stand alone and to be trained in
that hard school. It is only when women of your sort have a passing attack
of the love germ that they imagine they could go through life as a half
instead of a whole. When you are in the full tide of your powers with
the public for a lover I fancy you will look back upon this episode with
gratitude, if you remember it at all."
"Perhaps. But that, is a long way off! I have just been told that the order
of fiction with which my mind is packed at present is not wanted.
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